No Second Baby No You Only Divorce (Scarlett and Vincent) novel Chapter 873

Watching Damian leave with a crestfallen look, Violet laughed, "He really falls hard for you."

Scarlett smiled softly, "He's an amazing guy."

With practiced ease, Violet whispered, "Yeah, he really is. You two are a match made in heaven—trust me, he's a keeper."

Scarlett murmured back, "I know, I'll cherish what we have."

As the words left her lips, a sudden shadow crossed her face, her voice trailing off, "But Violet, I..."

Scarlett stopped mid-sentence, leaving her thoughts hanging.

Noticing her hesitation, Violet looked down and asked gently, "What's wrong?"

Opening her eyes, Scarlett looked up at Violet, confessing her insecurity, "I still haven't divorced Vincent yet."

Though happy with Damian now, an underlying fear nagged at her constant peace.

Until the divorce papers were signed, she couldn't breathe easy.

A unpredictable man like Vincent could flip his switch anytime.

Realizing what bothered her, Violet felt relieved and waved it off dismissively, "Is that all? Why let a silly guilt trip hold you back? What about Vincent? Hasn't he been living with Sabrina this whole time?"

Though comforted by Violet's words, Scarlett still hesitated, "But Violet, doing this makes me..."

Before she could finish, Violet cut in, "Scarlett, your marriage died years ago—it exists only on paper! Vincent and Sabrina are throwing a wedding today, so why shackle yourself with outdated rules? You're a modern woman; don't let old conventions trap you. Choosing a better man isn't a mistake, so stop beating yourself up—you did the right thing!"

Violet's passionate speech washed away the anxiety lingering in Scarlett's heart.

After a brief silence, she smiled and nodded, "Yeah."

Setting down her makeup brush, Violet gently stroked Scarlett's cheek, "You're a grown woman now—be confident in your choices and don't second-guess yourself."

Scarlett nodded again obediently, "Okay."

Touched by her sweet demeanor, Violet smiled warmly, "Alright, let me finish your look."

Meanwhile, downstairs in the main hall.

Damian sat on the leather sofa, neither checking his phone nor watching TV, staring blankly at the floor.

From the front door to the staircase, there were exactly twenty-eight marble tiles; the dining table had ten legs; the tiles from the couch to the kitchen door numbered twenty; and the chandelier had twenty-four crystal strands...

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